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 I’ve got this kid losin fast, his chances have already gone bleakScheme already told you, your not creative kinda weak
 If I gave you a steroid you still couldn’t punch hard
 Its like your too crap at science, you can never get the meth-od
 Ya chances are like dynamite with a thread, and kid you just blew it
 Yeah that name is cool…
 … Back when Ruff Ryders used it!
 damn prudent, u just stole a name.. i bet i'll watch this fake edit
 ...cuz like visa theft... he always trys to take the credit...
 You da flamethrower? Man look at the size of ya head
 You talk out ya ass soo much I smell shit on ya breath
 Matter of fact, you talk pretty like you wearin perfume, methanol
 This bitch couldn’t spit fire if his rhymes were made out of ethanol
 You frontin when you accepted this battle, I got this bitch schooled
 I don’t even do drugs and I’ma still smoke this fool
 Ya like a tool, always should be kept in tha basement
 And if we lose ya, then we can always find a replacement
 Ya might as well face it, you can’t win, go back and get a pencil
 Take a stencil, write until something dope hits you
 Until you do, you might as well leave, everyone dissed you
 Take a break, it don’t matter, we like ya family nobodies gonna miss you
 I got ya shit broke… like the crust of ya mantle
 You should have known, Tha Phoenix is too hot to handle!
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